A Dragon against the Whole World

Galos suddenly awakened, perceiving an extraordinary fluctuation in his emotions.

His heart was restless, his claws itched, yearning to tear at something to vent the nameless fire, and after roaming his gaze across the snowy ground for a moment, finally locked it firmly onto Silver Dragon Adri’s slender form.

"Deborah’s father seems intent on giving me another crushing blow."

Galos thought to himself, "However, I might just use him to vent my long-suppressed anger."

Silver Dragon Adri and Red Dragon Gorsas were both mature dragons, and their life levels were quite similar.

Though Adri might not be a match for the frenzied Gorsas, he was certainly a formidable opponent with rich experience, capable of bearing his outburst.

At this moment, Silver Dragon also happened to turn his gaze back, and their eyes met in the air.

The moment their eyes met, Adri’s icy demeanor quietly melted away, revealing a smile as warm as sunshine, speaking in a gentle and persuasive tone, "In the Raging Waves Dragon Domain, many Metal Dragons who have been living under the domain’s protection since infancy, nurtured there, are exceptional members among dragons of their age group with pure blood and extraordinary talent."

"However."

He shifted his tone, his gaze sincere with admiration, "Compared to you, Galos, the young Metal Dragons of this generation in the Raging Waves Dragon Domain pale significantly in both spirit and strength."

"Your growth rate and the extent of your transformation over the years truly astonish and genuinely impress me."

He intended to gradually lead the young, fervid Red Iron Dragon into a trap through this friendly exchange.

"Lord Adri, you are absolutely right, I too feel my abilities have advanced dramatically during this period."

The Red Iron Dragon suddenly spoke, his tone blunt and sharp like a drawn blade, "Forgive my candidness, a mature dragon like yourself probably isn’t a match for me anymore. I sincerely hope to spar with you to verify this theory."

He added, "Rest assured, considering your possible lack of practical experience, I’ll hold back a bit, ensuring my actions are measured, and not to embarrass you overly."

Influenced continually by the fever fire, Galos’s words become sharp, filled with aggression and offensiveness.

Opposite, listening to these seemingly rebellious remarks from the Red Iron Dragon, Silver Dragon’s eyes gradually widened, his elegant long neck unconsciously extending slightly forward.

Wait, why do these arrogant lines sound so familiar?

These were clearly the words he prepared to provoke the opponent!

Could my anger have led to auditory hallucinations?

Silver Dragon initially even questioned his hearing.

Once he came to his senses, the soothing smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a glacier-like sternness, his voice sharp and cutting, "Galos, failing to recognize the true gap in power is exceedingly foolish and perilous."

"You want to spar with me? Fine, very well."

"I’ll let you personally experience the insurmountable gap between a young dragon and a mature dragon!"

He slowly retreated a few steps, his broad silver wings elegantly spread, assuming a flawless combat stance.

Silver Dragon stated gravely, "You’re no longer the juvenile dragon you once were, Galos. This time, I will hold nothing back and employ true magic-like skill and pathway abilities."

He simultaneously practiced three major extraordinary paths.

Specializing in Ice Magic as a Mage, proficient in concocting various potions as a Magic Potion Master, and adept in crafting items as an Alchemist.

Among them, Ice Element Magic was his foundation, his primary direction, while the other two auxiliary careers reached a remarkable level after hundreds of years of dedicated research.

Galos also synchronized his retreat, his thick, steel whip-like tail restlessly swinging, plowing deep furrows into the ice-covered ground.

The tense atmosphere instantly engulfed the entire training ground, akin to the eerie calm before a storm, ready to ignite at any moment.

"Dear father, why don’t we let it go? Harmony is precious."

Selena and Deborah mother and daughter practically spoke in unison to advise, their voices full of concern.

But, while speaking, they exchanged a knowing, sly glance, mouthing insincere words of dissuasion while jointly retreating to a safe distance, leaving ample space for the two dragons about to clash.

Most dragons inherently hold a deep-seated fervor for combat.

Deep down, the mother and daughter didn’t mind being enthusiastic spectators for this rare internal Dragon Race showdown.

"Look, I brought some of your favorite Glazed Berries from the Dragon Domain, perfect for enjoying while watching."

Selena pulled a large and soft mat from the space item, laying it on the ground, then like a conjuring trick, produced a heap of crystalline, sweetly fragrant berries.

"Mother understands and spoils me the most."

Deborah chuckled, wrapping her nimble tail around a plump berry, gracefully reclining on the mat with her mother, eagerly focusing on the center stage where the two adversaries stood, awaiting the show to begin.

Just as Selena and Deborah on the mat softly bit through the crisp skin of the Glazed Berries, the refreshing, sweet juice not yet fully dispersing over their tongues.

In the distance, the two colossal dragon forces were already fiercely colliding together.

Buzz—!

An unsettling wave swept across the surroundings.

Silver Dragon Adri elegantly and calmly stretched his wings, an invisible winter chill instantly radiating from his body, rippling swiftly outward.